Back In Mexican Hat, Utah time had finally run out.
There was just one disappointment. The CEO of the oil and gas company where Dorothy had worked wasn’t one of the oilmen who had been hauled off by the cartel.
He was still out there, pumping those BTEX compounds way down into the earth, endless shot glasses of the poison fracking leaves behind.
Back In Mexican Hat, Utah, splintered opinions flew like fastballs.
